43 days later...

Matt arrives tomorrow, and I’m beyond excited.

Aren’t you excited I posted this?

Dear Cate;

Remember that opportunities of growth will present themselves. Realize that your purpose is to love and support the girls you work with. A promotion that includes a house, an exempt position… all convenient. Life isn’t supposed to be that way. You work with girls who beg and plead, question and doubt, argue and fight on a daily basis. They lack adults they can confide in because adults don’t allow those girls to confide in them. Little by little, you see progress and sometimes it seems unbelievably slow and/or meaningless. Every encounter with your girls should make an impact, big or small. Every wave, every high five, every greeting, every hug - do it with a smile and an unceasing amount of love. Every day is a new chapter, a fresh fight and events can take a turn for the worst. Persevere and advocate for those girls. Remain strong and don’t surrender to the impossible.

Love,
Me

Thanks.

Me: I stopped a fight the other day so, I guess I deserve a Nobel Peace Prize.
Spring: Well, it's not about following through with the act. It's about EFFORT.
Me: Well, I followed through and made an effort.
Spring: Yeah, but you're not popular. No one knows you.
Me: Well now they won't because I'm gonna go kill myself.

I love to write!

Dear Texass,

Today marks my 5 month anniversary with you. Its been a difficult experience thus far, but I’ve learned to roll with the punches or else I might get murdered by the KKK. Anyway, thank you for introducing me to Sonic’s Cherry Limeades. We’ve become really good friends, almost to the point where I have 3 ass cheeks now. My living situation is finally “stable”. I mean, it wasn’t a shocker that my psychotic, ex-best friend kicked me out of his house. Also, love the accent. I mean, it’s rare to have an Asian person living in Amarillo, but check me out! I’m an Asian person with a Chicago/Texas accent. I sound like a fucking retard, and I owe it all to you. Anyway, I thought I’d write and say hello. I can’t wait for the day to come when I say goodbye.

HAGS,
Cate

Never again...

…will I pay for someone to create a blog design. I’m pissed that I could’ve spent that money on alcohol, gone into Photoshop, whipped up some shit and voila! I hope you’re reading this because honestly, if someone’s not happy with the horrible job you do, a refund is necessary regardless of your “policy”. If anyone wants to know who, just let me know. I want to save you the time and money.

Oh btw, hey Tumblr, I’m back.

UPDATE 10/10/09

Apparently if you bitch enough about how crappy their service is, they’ll refund you. I needed gas money so thanks!

The month from H-E-DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS!

My “best friend” kicked me out of “his” house because we got into a fight about…Facebook? (I’m glad a couple years of friendship ended over…Facebook.)
My brother and his next mission: Iraq.
My ex-boyfriend being a super d-bag. (Good luck with your dysfunctional family, prick.)
Having a tooth yanked. (Although, being sedated was absolutely amazing.)
Having to go back to the dentist to possibly get another tooth yanked. (Yes, I brush and floss, asshole.)
Purpose of moving to TX was to pay off debt and now, I’m pretty sure that’s not going to happen. (See #1.)
My bed went from a full to an twin air mattress. (When I wake up, I have to roll off the air mattress and just lay on the ground so my back can re-align itself. I’m sure it doesn’t work like that, but we’ll just pretend.)
I got a haircut last month and for some reason, it’s still super short. That’s great for summer, but summer’s almost over, and I still look like a lesbian. (Wait, what?)
I had to pay $40 for rock chip repairs on my windshield. I mean, I drive a fucking Yaris.
I won’t say EVERYTHING was bad. I mean, the one good thing about August: Matthew.

I’m probably going to hell for this, but really? At a Christian bookstore?

Yikes.

Can you say...

…Twitter?

coward - aesthetic perfection

they’ll say
he never knew
what he wants and never will
who follows to lead the blind?
its the anatomy of a failure
sit back
this should only take a second
i really feel like you’re not listening
no matter what you say or do
i hope you know you’re all dead to me

no breath of conscience
no seam could ever hold your tongue
just let it spill out
all this time you’ve wasted opening your mouth

why don’t you face me when you tear me down?
coward
why don’t you face me when I’m in the crowd?
coward
and you hate me for knowing this
so I’ll hate you right back
again, it all comes down to reason
what you tried so hard to be
and never were

you’re debt
just a corporate buyout
a forced addition to the contract signed
you’re calm
poised
a finger to the forehead
thoughtful and so well refined
infected with mindless delusions and thoughts
about the ones you thought you could trust
so go on stand up and justify your insults
and back up the shit that you say

Like.

I like my job.
I like air fresheners.
I like (but really hate) bank loans.
I like the giant letter “C” that’s on my wall.
I like receiving mail and/or packages.
I (may) like iPhones.
I like pressed petals.
I like wearing plastic crowns.
I (really) like this boy.

I like to like.